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By SJP
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30 December 2007 |
A short piece that descibes what surprising and profound feelings grief confronts us with.
I hugged his legs and rested my head on his waist and he stroked my hair. I felt helplessly trapped by the moment in which there were no words to say. The silence made me heady. His eyes were glazed yet thoughtful, clear yet unfathomable, right there but miles away. I stood up and held his face close, breathing him in, touching him, so thankful that he was there, that we were together. We spoke briefly about the moment he saw the body and he said “Amazing.” A description I never expected from him, that’s when I knew he had been humbled, and another piece of life’s jigsaw had slotted in to place. I kissed up his tears, tasting him and he held me stronger than I had felt before. I loved him more in that moment than I have ever done, for a second I saw his soul.
“Don’t ever leave me” he said.
I will though.
What choice do any of us have?|
Written by Phil (6836 comments posted) 30th December 2007 | Senitively and effectively written. There's as much written between the lines as there is directly. The piece turns on the word amazing. Not, I'd imagine, that easy to share. My condolences.
Phil. |
Written by Fledermaus (3448 comments posted) 30th December 2007 | | Completely agree with Phil. Very touching story. |
Written by hutmaster (134 comments posted) 31st December 2007 | This is the sort of writing that will be as fresh, and as potent, years from now. It has universality and a depth of understanding which sometimes (oftentimes) eludes us until the strange nobility of grief overwhelms. The sort of thing that can only be written when love and loss, grief and life's realities collide.
A moving and effectively told vignette of the ripples of love.
hm |
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